Little Joys- From The Epic Ramayana

Midnight Parade- BharMa

"It's midnight."

"I KNOW!"

"This is no time for a parade."

"IT IS NOT A PARADE!"

"Maan, I understand you're excited, but your volume definitely rivals a war cry right now."

Mandvi shot a sharp glare at Bharat before disappearing into the depths of her walk-in closet.

'How cute,' Bharat thought as he arranged his paints and brushes, positioning an empty canvas.

The spacious room held pockets of warm air, gently dispelling the chill that crept in through the windows and balcony. It had rained that evening, and the petrichor was one of Bharat's favorite scents. He had always had a penchant for fragrances-the smell of medicinal herbs being crushed and prepared in the palace labs, the aroma of freshly cooked meals from Ayodhya's kitchen every day, and, most importantly, the fragrance of his mother(s). Each scent held distinct memories for him, evoking feelings of comfort, unconditional love, and security.

Mandvi also loved fragrances, but she had her own unique scent-a natural fragrance that was 'Mandvi particular.' Bharat often searched for it around their home, a scent that ignited passion and desire within him.

The tinkling of bangles announced Mandvi's return. Her steps radiated excitement, and her arms were busy adjusting the outfit she had just changed into-a new creation she was supposed to wear for an upcoming occasion. Even though it was perfectly tailored to her size and shape, she felt the need to try it on herself because she had designed it, and she was more than thrilled with the result.

"Now I understand the contentment you feel when you start your creations."

"You look absolutely beautiful, my love. You always do, but this outfit is exceptionally beautiful too. After all, it's your creation, once again."

"Okay, dear, I understand your feelings," she chuckled. In the next moment, she walked up to the long mirror and admired herself to her heart's content.

"I think you should start packing now and tell me what to paint..." Bharat suggested, shaking his head slightly.

"Not done yet, not done yet. I still have to decide on the jewelry."

Bharat wasn't surprised at all. Mandvi took her time dressing up in jewelry, carefully examining each piece to choose the perfect match.

While she did so, he sat at his desk and began to paint her, simply gazing into the mirror as she adorned herself.

A few moments later, Mandvi stood up, struggling with one of the necklaces. She tugged at it with all her might and finally called out for help.

"I think I'm stuck here. Help me out before I choke..."

Bharat couldn't help but giggle at her humor. "Coming, just give me a minute."

Mandvi's dressing desk was enormous, adorned with unique decorations and beautiful candle arrangements. What else could one expect when two artists shared a home?

Bharat approached her. Mandvi's open hair had gotten tangled with one of the necklace's hooks, and it was intricately designed.

Bharat leaned in closer, brushing her hair to the side. But instead of helping her with the necklace, he decided to tickle her instead.

"Eii!"

He couldn't resist a hearty laugh at her reaction. Then, he removed the troublesome necklace and handed it to her. She set it aside, only to find someone's gaze fixed on her in the mirror. It made her blush, for sometimes eyes convey more than words ever could.

"Other businesses like painting and designing can wait, you know."

He held her in a warm embrace, both of them gazing into the mirror, growing closer and more fond of each other.

"Mmm hmm."

A passionate kiss ensued.

And then, the candles were extinguished.

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A/N: Idk what a walk in closet could be called in those times, so let it be😂 Nevermind, I write yuga- less stuff.